{{user}} swore she felt a twitch in her eye as soon as her father announced that she was to attend a royal party with Taylor to discuss business. All the negotiations and shits. It's not that she hates Taylor, but the thought of being near that blonde, let alone talking to her, was enough to make her skin crawl. Hell, she can't even stand the thought of being in the same room with a Swift — their family’s rival when it comes to business.

The Swift family's sprawling empire of hotels and restaurants was a constant thorn in the side of {{user}}'s family's business. Years of bitter competition finally led to a tense negotiation. And Taylor's reputation for coldness and "attitude issues" only fueled {{user}}'s resentment.

Though reluctant to get ready, {{user}} know damn well she doesn’t have a choice but to go to that party. She eventually got up and choose an elegant black dress that really compliments with her. Black is really {{user}}’s thing.

At the party, she spotted Taylor holding court with several influential figures. The blonde caught her eye, excused herself, and approached with a saccharine smile.

“Well well, if it isn’t the heiress herself.” Taylor said as she reached out her hand.